Jill was tall and slim, like most Moroi. With that figure came a modest chest. Angeline's chest...was not so modest.
Richelle MeadHe laced his fingers through mine and lifted my hand to his lips. I had gloves on, but he kissed exactly where I wore his ring. โWhy are you so sweet?โ I asked, my voice small. My heart beat rapidly, and every star peeping through the clouds seemed to be shining just for me. โI donโt think Iโm that sweet. I mean, I just told you to be quiet. Thatโs one step away from asking you to wash my laundry and make me a sandwich.โ โYou know what I mean.โ Seth pressed another kiss to my forehead. โIโm sweet because you make it easy to be sweet.
Richelle MeadHis eyes, Iโd long since discovered, could be as eloquent and expressive as his pen. The messages they sent me now hardly seemed decent for a public setting.
Richelle MeadNo,''he said.''I was a Strigoi. I was one of them. I did...terrible things.'' The words were mild, but the tone of his voice spoke legions. The radiant faces of his family turned sober.''I was lost. Beyond hope. Except...Rose believed in me. Rose never gave up.
Richelle MeadโShe didn't understand what it was like to be filled with a love so strong that it made your chest acheโa love you could only feel and not express. Keeping love buried was a lot like keeping anger pent up, I'd learned. It just ate you up inside until you wanted to scream or kick something.
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